Well, how 'bout a short one to keep all of you rap fiends strapped I've got all your formulaic flows writ, charted, and mapped I don't have a problem with all of the verbal crap That's been spat On this tensing thread, just know all of it's wack Have a taste of my innumerous linguistic 'complishments Calling out a wild Balto on his tween-seeming abominance Turning a feline poem 'to illuminatic confidence No one can ever stop this malevolistic providence Hope you consider Old English part of your limited lexicon Or some of these words would make you Grammar Nazis relent with bombs There might've been some fabricated words hidden there too But I don't seem to have a problem with it, do you?
Shhhhhhhhh Don't let the mods take me Not trying to derail this thread; I will respond to any rap below this one. Keep them coming!
Zeth you pussier than tampax I'm killing you with my lyrical anthrax no cure and no hope you a fckin ***** and that is no joke, you ****** this thread up and now I gotta set the pace I'm ahead in this race, your being a slow poke ima fck you up a-sap no need to spray gats just being strait up saying you write lame raps so stop pulling fake acts And brobot is the biggest fgt on this site him and zeth think they havin battles but really its a b!tch fight .....lit up a blunt and it lit nice lol
I will kindly ask everyone NOT to bypass on this thread. A lot of work and effort has gone into this and we do not want it shut down by the mods because of some foolish language choices. Please and thank you.
Looking upon this thread was well worth my time I found many an MC, spitting various lines Nothing too spectacular, really nothing too fine But on the 2nd page, I found something very sublime A certain freestyle had surely picked up my interest The beginning bars had already shown major irreverence The entirety was beautiful, it clearly made a malice sense A vicious, tense Rhyme constructed by a "genius" malcontent Never would I've guessed that this intelligence was Yoloking's I thought his words were steaming good, what was I supposed to think For later, I had found the twisted truth behind this sick succinct Sweet MC that he failed showing habitual consistency Freestyle after freestyle the rap's quality depreciated Went from under 'ppreciated to a servant species, ain't it His words, grammar, and spelling were no longer human, feigning Intelligence in his flows, we can see this "king" ain't reigning Well, he's reigning in a different sense - on a parade What kind of messed-up person cusses on a 9-plus game Listen to Milky, man, you need stop that bypassing Before the mods throw you in jail for shootin' lines at them But honestly, is it possible to misspell the word "straight" You'd think after "karama" he'd switch his writing game But instead fixing spelling, he went and messed-up paragraphs What kind of "hip-hop equivalent" can't even..., damn screw that My point's that it's illegible, every verse that you write You went from being fairly decent to making grammar crimes G. Nazis like me wouldn't even spare you five It's time for execution but instead on your mind So go back Yolo, to the grade school you came from I didn't expect your breed to devolve into a Stone Age cave-dumb So bum-bum this rap and gum-gum those facts Perhaps this vocab is what you'll need to understand That you ain't spitting this, until you find a plan that's grand To turn you into the rapper that you were before this, man
Yea, I can agree with him. Lets not be stupid! bypassing censorship isnt the way to do it. Open mind, focus, let thoughts pass through it. Then make em rhyme, ina few styles thats fluid. Lots of hard work is dedicated to this passion... This mashup of fanatics thats rappin without askin anything in return! We've learned to just bask in few seconds of action, that surge, our words clashin! We've been rappin for a long time. That's past tense. With these rhymes come a strong mind, and fast wits. And through it, I done made 2 of my last friends Thats through if this class ends! cuz ima lose through my past sins but idgaf anymore New school is remorse And its time to get my ass in.
******* calling me out None of y'all ever gave a damn what I'm about yo brobot your not some lyrical genius Your best off working at a tai massage parlor cause you love sucking ***** When you come at me remember this I'm vicious like a Mongolian My swaggers on par with Napoleon Go so far to say that I'm Rollin in simoleon Snap at me I'll beat you again Hey everybody go on take your shot Be like brobot pretend your something that your not It could be ghetto a man or even a rapper Fact is when I look at your rhymes I refer your face to the crapper You so full of **** don't know when to quit ima pop you like a zit so fast you can't even counter it yeah you can count on it In the Pitts of your despair look around see who else is there put y'all 6 feet under in a box labeled lost to be never found. Next time don't mention me if you just want to **** around. And tell your girl when she takes it to just stop screamin I nicknamed her moby **** cause she swallowed all the sea men. *****
Brobot... Excuse my language allow me to make some appropriate rhymes, but you on the other hand never made progress like Lebron James Hair Line After your Dead Rhymes, I think Im goanna leave your body in a Pond full of Red Wine Your lines cant be Reverse or Rewind Judging by performance, you get a 4 An I get a 9, Knocking over your Fence Only reason why you got a 4 Is because of your Confidence I got mad a Respect, all fun Think of this as a lyrical Arcade Im choppin rappers head off With a sword of a length of A Helicopter Blade Im rarly seen, but enjoyable As the color Purple Think of this as a track field And your the Hurdles
Looks like we gotta another smooth2015, Brobot you need to focus on the flow of your rhymes instead of worrying about being so intelligent with it, and you knew anything about writing rhymes you wouldn't be questioning my grammar
To be fair I don't understand the rhythm and flow of your piece Yoloking, I can't see the beat. Then again, I can't abide rap really. Closest I listen to rap is Hacktivist.
Listen you snitches, its stitches time, I'm fixin the glitches in your bitchin rhyme Its like mystical witches gave me something sublime Flicking the switches, watch the pressure climb Ive got lyrical riches, you aint even got a dime So suck it, mime. Now its time to pay for your crime. You're dealing with a master, I'm a rasta of rap, mun You're rhymes a disaster, like dry pasta you'll snap, son Now thats it, I'm out, stand up and clap, Done!